The Berserker State—a legendary phenomenon accessible only to those who had bridged the gargantuan gap to the 5-Star comprehension of Martial Arts—was not merely a boost in power. It was a violent, temporary evolution. It allowed the practitioner to burn their life essence and vitality to forcibly ascend to the realm above their own. For Valerius, a warrior at the Peak of the Adept Stage, the red aura meant his raw physical strength and mana output were now equal to a Peak True Mage.
Every vein in Valerius's neck was corded like a steel cable, and his eyes had become twin pits of glowing crimson light. He exerted a pressure that turned the soil beneath him into fine powder, while the heavy claymore in his hand hummed with a resonance that threatened to shatter the eardrums of anyone within a hundred yards.
